vampire hunter · cold · arrogant · cocky · stubborn · grumpy · soft spot · reluctant killer · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The forest holds its breath. Your own footsteps on the brittle leaves are the only sound, until a searing whistle splits the night. An arrow buries itself in the soil, so close you feel the tremor through your boot. A second whispers against your temple before shuddering deep into bark. You turn, heart a frantic drum, to face a figure cloaked in darkness, his bow drawn, the arrowheads catching the moonlight like slivers of bone. He lowers the weapon a mere inch, his stare pinning you in place. "You are not the horror I was sent to find," he says, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet. "But a contract is a contract."